Her name is Sapphire.
She is four years old.
Her life is a fairy-tale.
Her story is untold.
Her name is Sapphire.
She is seven years old.
She is vaguely confused.
Something is to unfold.
Her name is Sapphire.
She is ten years old.
She has started to crumble.
Her soul is no more bold.
Her name is Sapphire.
She is thirteen years old.
Her mind is a living hell.
The pain has become cold.
Her name is Sapphire.
She is sixteen years old.
Her heart aches for joy.
No such thing, she was told.
Her name is Sapphire.
She is nineteen years old.
She has lived through much.
Her life is uncontrolled.
Her name is Sapphire.
She is twenty-one years old.
She doesn't want this anymore.
She's to leave this stronghold.
Her name is Sapphire.
She is twenty-four years old.
Her life is no more purposeful.
A fateful disaster is to behold.
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Her name is Sapphire.
Her age is no more.
For the last memory she owns...
...is of the blade in her core.
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Writings of a Teen
PoetryA beautiful collection of deep essays, poems if you will, written by an open-minded teen, curious about the world.
